First chapter Rivamika story, but it wont be too long. Probably only 3 chapters max. Hope you enjoy!

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Dark grey eyes flutter open and are met by a pair of bright blue orbs. She knows these eyes well, and finds comfort in them, whereas many others find terror. He stares at her, his narrow, sky-blue eyes gleaming in the morning sunlight as they trace over her features. It's still early, but Mikasa knows she must leave his bed and return to hers before anyone wakes. However, he's so warm and close that it's quite the task, one she dreads every morning.

He shifts, reaching over and pulling her closer and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Mikasa smiles and tangles her legs with his, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head under his chin.

"Good morning, Levi." She whispers against his warm skin.

"Good morning, Mikasa." He buries his nose into her dark hair, savoring her scent.

Mikasa beams to herself. Nothing is better than waking up and hearing those three beautiful words.

"Go on, Mikasa," She hears him sigh and her smile fades. She loathes the idea of abandoning his warm bed and lying back down in her chilled bunk. He kisses her one more time and gently nudges her towards the edge of his bed.

"Get up, Mikasa…Mikasa…."

"Mikasa!"

She flinches at the sound of her name. Immediately she opens her eyes and searches for Levi, only to discover she's in her own, cold bed, all by herself. Mikasa sighs and rubs her drowsy eyes. It felt so real…

"Oi, Mikasa, come on!" Sasha barks, gently poking Mikasa until she sits upright, her feet dangling off the bed. The oriental girl yawns and runs her fingers through her dark, tangled hair as she glances out the window. The sun is still rising, but she realizes she has overslept and missed breakfast.

"Don't worry, I saved you some food." Sasha assures her and points to the night stand next to Mikasa's bed. It isn't much, but as of late Mikasa's appetite has noticeably decreased, and she tries to deny Sasha's offer. Any other day the auburn haired girl would gladly accept the food for herself, but today is different.

"You need to eat, Mikasa…" Sasha picks up the plate and sets it on her friend's lap, "you weren't at dinner last night, and I don't remember seeing you at breakfast that morning, either."

"Some people aren't constantly hungry, Sasha," Mikasa replies coldly, averting her eyes and staring at her plate.

"Well, starving yourself wont bring the Corporal back."

Mikasa gasps at Sasha's bold statement, but it hits her soon after that her friend is right. Sasha is the only one who knows about her relationship with the Corporal, only because she caught Mikasa sneaking out of their superiors' room while she was leaving the kitchen after her mid-night snack. Mikasa frowns with a heavy sigh, and fixes her eyes back on the contents of her plate. She feels a hand on her shoulder, and looks up to see Sasha kneeling in front of her.

"Eat," she says, "and after you finish, I'll go with you to visit him."

Mikasa is taken aback at Sasha's actions. After the mid-night incident, Mikasa had been so startled by Sasha spotting her that she refused to talk to the girl. Of course, this didn't last long, but her interactions with her comrade were more on the awkward side for several days after the event. Despite this, Sasha still treats her kindly.

"I am in debt to you, Sasha," Mikasa announces, "I apologize for snapping at you just now. I just…" she trails off, bowing her head slightly and closing her eyes.

"I understand," Sasha pats her on the shoulder and rises, "now hurry up and eat, before I regret not eating it myself." She teases before adding, "and get dressed when you're done, I'll be waiting outside."

With that she leaves and Mikasa is alone once again. She finishes her meal and dresses quickly, eager to visit the Corporal in the infirmary. She cringes, remembering the horrifying incident that took place just over a week ago. Levi's gear malfunctioning, the aberrant, the sickening amount of blood…

"Almost done, Mikasa?" Sasha calls from the other side of the door. The oriental girl shakes her head in a desperate attempt to rid her mind of the haunting images of Levi's motionless body. She exits her room and nods to Sasha, who takes the lead as the two head towards the infirmary.

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"He's still in very critical condition. You may enter, just be mindful that he will not respond to you." A small, chubby nurse instructs before opening the door to Levi's room. Mikasa and Sasha nod to her, then enter the small, dimly lit room.

Mikasa feels her heart drop as she enters the room, something that she has become accustomed to while Levi has been in his current state. He lays on the raised mattress, eyes shut and mouth slightly gaped, his body riddled with tubes. She takes her usual place at the chair beside his bed, tenderly taking his hand into hers.

"He's so cold," she mumbles, more to herself than to Sasha. Normally she would take his hand and feel the familiar warmth that she found so oddly comforting. Yet, today, his hand feels like ice. The feeling sends her back to the day of her parents' demise six year ago. "He's never been this cold before…" I'm losing him…

Sasha says nothing. All she does is rest a hand on Mikasa's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze when she feels Mikasa's body shaking. Her heart aches for the girl, whom she can hardly recognize in this state. The girl who is considered the strongest of her class, the girl who barely gives titans a second glance as she slices their necks open, is silently weeping before her. Sasha feels her own eyes swell as she wonders how often this has happened when Mikasa has come by herself.

Mikasa bows her head in an attempt to hide her tears. She hasn't cried sense the first night of after the accident, when she had to sleep in her own bed for the first time in weeks, and she certainly hasn't cried in front of anyone for quite some time. Especially not Sasha. Yet, now, as she clings to his chilled hand, she can no longer hold back her pain.

"Levi…" She chokes out in a voice that is barely audible, gripping his hand tighter and not even bothering to suppress her sobs at this point. Sasha grips her shoulder tighter as the dark haired girl crumbles before her. They remain like this for several minutes until Mikasa is able to calm herself. Even then she still holds his hand close for a long while, too afraid that if she lets go she'll never be able to hold it again.

A sudden knock at the door startles both girls. They whirl around to find the plump nurse standing in the doorway, a medical cart close behind her. Mikasa releases his hand and wipes her face with her sleeves before pulling up her crimson scarf to cover her flushed cheeks.

"Just coming in to check up on him," the nurse clarifies, "but I would prefer if you ladies stepped out, I need all the space I can get."

"Yes, ma'am, of course." Sasha nods and heads out of the room, peering over her shoulder to see if Mikasa follows. She does, but she keeps herself distant. Her shoulders droop and her dark bangs cover her eyes, which Sasha figures are probably red and puffy. She stops and holds out a hand to comfort her friend, but Mikasa fails to notice, walking directly by her without so much as a second glance.

I hate feeling like this, Mikasa thinks as she drags herself down the hall, barely paying attention to where she is going. I feel so lost… I miss him so much. I can't live like this anymore. The pain…it's too much… She shuts her eyes tightly, a vain attempt to keep her tears from escaping.

It is now close to lunch time, but feeling her appetite fade she doesn't go to the mess hall. She just walks, ignoring anyone who bothers to greet her or walk past her. All she wants, all she can think about, is the need to touch him again. To be touched by him again. To see his eyes and hear his voice. To wake up and be wrapped in his arms just like she had in her dream…

"Oi, Mikasa," She can nearly hear his voice…

"Mikasa, watch where you're-" She glances up and stops just in time to prevent a head-on collision with Eren and Armin.

"I've been looking all over for you, Mikasa!" Eren explains, "Armin and I were just about…to…" He trails off as she brushes past him and Armin, tugging her scarf just above her nose. The boys share a confused glance before Eren trots after her, Armin following him closely.

"Mikasa, is everything alright? Are you-"

"I'm fine," she insists, struggling to keep herself from sniffling. She feels Eren's hand gently tugging on her wrist, pulling her to a stop. He pulls her around to face him, but she keeps her gaze fixed on the floor, allowing her dark bangs to shield her swollen eyes. Eren interrogates her for several minutes, but comes up with nothing. However, Armin, as usual, forms his own hypothesis without asking her a single question.

"Is it…about the C-"

A loud bang sounds from the mess hall, the result of one of the servers slipping and dropping one of the mettle pots. The sound interrupts Armin, allowing Mikasa a few moments to compose herself. Eren's grip on her wrist loosens and she gently pulls out of his grasp.

"I'm fine, Eren, really," she assures him, "I'm just…not feeling well. I think I've caught a cold, is all."

Mikasa can tell that he doesn't believe her, hut he takes the hint that she doesn't want to talk about it. She pulls away without saying goodbye and continues down the hall, hearing her friends whisper worriedly about her as they carry on down their end of the hall. She's exhausted and wants to just fall into his bed and be wrapped in his sheets, but the thought of waking without him holds her back.

Dreams aren't enough for me anymore, Levi, she frowns, realizing her dreams were never truly enough, I can't take this anymore. Please, come back to me.